A/N: It's sort. Thank you so much for feedback on the last chapter! They will realize Kon is not from the future very soon, but first, we need to visit our story's villain!
Multiverse
8: Interlude
The creature known as Doomsday was growing very tired of the planet he'd found himself on. He had made his way from the land known as "Texas" up through "Okla-Homa" and into the southern most part of "Kansas". He, frankly, could not tell the difference between the three. Did the entire planet look this way?
Needless to say, he was not impressed.
The people of the land were weak, fleshy things. They had no natural armor and no sense to grow any as he had done. They snapped like twigs in the hands of his enhanced human host body, and he was certain he could mash them into jelly were he in his true body.
As weak as it was, the human host body had it's advantages. It was strong, as far as humans went, and he'd been able to make several adjustments. He was able to transfer the abilities of his original body into the human, and used them to grow a proper bone-armor plating. The longer he stayed in the body, the more like his old body it became.
He'd defeated many human opponents. The humans apparently found sport in watching other humans battle, a concept Doomsday was not unfamiliar with. He was, however, puzzled by their reluctance to kill the loser. He ignored their odd custom and killed when he felt like it. Which was often.
This had caused many of the human's law enforcers to come after him, but they were no match for Doomsday. He'd stood up to a Kryptonian fleet. These humans and their guns were a mere annoyance. Their bullets couldn't penetrate his skin.
Still, the alien menace was growing bored of destroying human warriors; none of them were truly worthy. He wanted, yearned for, craved an opponent that could give him a true challenge. Then he could defeat an opponent and feel he'd accomplished something for a change.
One of the slight draw backs of his human form was that it still required food. This need had lessened, the longer his own genetics took hold of the human's, but at least one meal a day was still a necessity. Today, however, Doomsday did not feel that this was a chore.
Doomsday noted a bit of newspaper clipping in the roadside food stand that he had killed the owners of to eat the grilled cow and processed flour dough inside. The story detailed the exploits of a warrior in a place known as Metropolis. This warrior used weapons to fight, but was purportedly a skilled hand to hand combatant. He'd taken down a small army of other warriors single handedly, if the report was true.
Finally, Doomsday had found a worthy opponent. He would find this "Green Arrow" and make him beg for mercy.